The Blindman's Wife Page 8

  “I’m sorry I don’t know what to do next,” She said in a small, embarrassed voice edged with panic.

  “It’s okay, I’ll love to touch you if you allow me,” he said in a calm voice.

  She tightly closed her eyes then nodded her head before realizing he couldn’t see her, “Okay.”

  “Come here,” he said pulling her to him. She went to him willingly and watched as his lips gently kissed the center of her cold palms. She held her breath and almost choked at the feathery touch of his lips against her flesh.

  “It’s okay; I’m not going to hurt you. Just relax,” he said touching her face gently caressing her cheek.

  She nodded and held her breath as he held her face between his hands using his thumbs to caress her lips. He ran a hand through her hair massaging her scalp and she wished she had straightened it for the wedding instead of having her curly hair in a mess she knew it must now be in. She barely breathed as his hands explored her hair.

  “I love your hair, the way it feels against my skin and the way the curls wrap around my fingers. Have I ever told you how much your perfume drives me crazy?” he asked, his voice husky.

  A shiver ran through her at his confession. She was too surprised at his admission she didn’t answer him. When her mind finally caught up with her, it was too late for any comment because his mouth descended on hers and everything else was irrelevant. He kissed her tentatively before deepening their kiss. She sighed, and opened for him as his mouth devoured hers, he was really a great kisser. He flipped her so she was lying on her back beneath him. She watched as he touched the lace camisole she was wearing against his naked flesh and sighed with pleasure. She had bought it on impulse; if she had known he was into lace, she would have bought another set. She suddenly wondered where that thought came from?

  He paused and she frowned.

  “There is still time to stop if you want me to, are you sure this is what you want Azolah?” he asked her suddenly hesitant.

  She wished she could say she didn’t want what he was offering. The fact that he stopped to ask her if she was sure, she wanted this made her decision all the more decisive. This was another part of him she rarely sees, and the fact that he would rather stop if she asked him and left with a lonely erection made her feel better about her decision.

  “Yes, I want this,” she answered. She could have sworn she saw him let out his breath as if he had been holding it waiting for her answer.

  “Alright, lift your hands for me, sweetheart, you’re wearing too many clothes,” he said taking her top off and cupped her small breasts in his large hands.

  She cleared her throat, wishing she were a D cup at the moment instead of a 34B. “They are not big—”

  “They are beautiful, big isn't always better,” he murmured before taking a tight nipple into his mouth while caressing the other.

  Zola purred and thrust her chest upward giving Liam more of her. Apart from her son, no one has ever sucked at her breast; and she was enjoying it.

  Zola watched him spellbound. He let go of her breasts and moved to explore the rest of her body. He licked his way down her stomach as his knuckles lightly grazed up and down the side of her ribcage. He stopped and placed a hand on her flat stomach, which had her imagining being swollen with his child. Was he thinking the same thing to? He kissed her stomach dipping his tongue in the indentation of her belly button then moved to kiss the apex between her thighs. She opened willingly for him and watched in surprise, as he tasted her through the lace of her boy short underwear. She bit her lips at the twirl of his tongue trying not to make any sound. When he moved aside the fabric and sank a finger then another into her tight moist core, she gasped and raised her hips to his administrations.

  He removed his fingers, and she whimpered. She watched as he sucked on his fingers before he bent his head and kissed her right thigh then smiled. He stood, “don’t worry I’m not done, just getting rid of the obstacles,” he said pulling her underwear off and his pajamas and threw them on the floor.

  She almost choked at his magnificent form, and couldn’t keep her eyes off his erection. When he had entered the washroom last night he had been erected but obviously not fully, not unless his penis grew another two inches or so. He would never fit inside of her; he was too big. She locked her thighs together saying nervously “I don’t think you’ll fit. I mean it’s so big, maybe we...” She gave up too embarrassed to say anything else.

  “I’ll fit, don’t worry. You’ll be amazed what the human body can do. Just relax.” He said blowing between her thighs as he massaged them relaxing her. “That’s my girl,” he said just before he kissed her intimately.

  Even though he wasn’t her first lover, she was experiencing things for the first time. She closed her eyes as his tongue played with her clit. She didn’t know it could feel this good having someone kiss her this intimately. His mouth was doing things to her that was sending her body into overdrive. She felt hot and almost breathless as tingles ran down her body. She grabbed the sheet so she wouldn’t grab or hurt him. The tension building up within her was something unfamiliar. She raised her hips as his strong tongue stroked her faster; he spread her thighs wider, sucking her sensitive nub as he used his middle finger to stroke her. The dam that was inside her was about to break loose, and she wasn’t sure what was happening.

  “Don’t panic, just let go,” Liam said from between her legs as if he had read her mind.

  Let go, how was she supposed to do that? She wondered breathlessly. She got her answer when he inserted another finger into her. Her muscles tightened and then she exploded. Were those stars she was seeing? She didn’t care, because at that moment her husband kissed her and joined their bodies with one swift thrust, every thought left her mind. She stiffened at the slight pain but not enough to stop her from enjoying the feel of him inside her, stretching her body to accommodate his harden flesh. She met him thrust for thrust sinking her nails into his back pulling him closer as she raised her hips to take all of him.

  “Please, please I want more,” She begged not caring anymore.

  “How much more?” he asked her through clenched teeth.

  “All of you,” she replied breathlessly.

  “In a minute my little wild kitten, I don’t want to hurt you,” he said kissing her earlobes.

  “You won’t, I promise, I need all of you now,” she begged frantically wrapping her legs tightly around his hips pulling his buttocks forward. He deepened their kiss then slowly sank completely into her body making her sigh in satisfaction. They moved in unison taking the lead from each other. She raised her hips and he moved faster thrusting into her with long deep strokes, and she swore she felt her hips vibrate with each thrust. Zola had thought she would never experience mind-blowing sex or an orgasm. She was wrong because she was on the verge of her second orgasm within minutes of her first. She bit into his left shoulder rising to his every thrust; she didn’t want him to hold back because he feared he would hurt her. “Don’t hold back, please don’t….” her eyes rolled back in her head as a primal groan escaped her and with two last thrusts, they both climaxed.

  Liam rolled to his back pulling her with him, so she was lying on top him while still inside her. He kissed her forehead, “thank you, are you alright?” he asked in concern.

  She nodded hiding her face between his shoulders. She couldn’t believe she acted like some wanton hussy. As they lay linked to each other, she wondered when he would be ready for round two. Was this how sex with him would be, intoxicating? She should be embarrassed, but she wasn’t. She wasn’t sure she could look at herself in the mirror because the woman who would stare back at her would be a complete stranger. Surely, he felt something for her? People didn’t have that kind of sex and not feel some form of emotion toward each other. He had made her feel love more than Nick ever had.

  He turned on his side taking her with him then withdrew from her. Zola felt at a loss with his body away from he
r.

  “Stay here I’ll be back in a minute.”

  She laid there wondering what he was doing in the bathroom. The shower had been running for the past minute, and he hadn’t returned. Had he had enough of her already, wasn’t she what he had expected? The insecure questions bombarded her. The door opened, she looked at him and marveled what a fantastic body he had, and he was all hers. A thrill of pleasure ran through her, and she smiled at the thought, he was all hers.

  “Okay, its ready,” He said coming to the bed and lifting her into his arms.

  “What’s ready?” she asked confused.

  “Your bath, just be my guide and make sure I don’t walk into a wall,” he said taking her into the bathroom. He walked over to the tub and placed her into the bath he had drawn for her.

  She sank into the warm bubbles with pleasure. No one has ever drawn her bath before. She must have said so aloud because he answered.

  “Glad I was the first. I hope you like it, and the temperature is okay, may I join you?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she said thinking of the things they could do together. When had she turned into an adventurous sex kitten? The thought had her wanting to laugh aloud.

  He stepped into the tub, and she moved forward, so he could sit behind her. She leaned against his chest and closed her eyes; this felt like heaven. She moved her hips rubbing her butt up against his cock that was almost erected.

  “Stop that, if you don’t want to get into trouble,” he growled into her hair one hand cupping her right breast.

  “Maybe I want to get into trouble,” she said boldly.

  “Sweetheart, I know you must be sore, we have the rest of our lives to make love.”

  Make love not sex, she liked the sound of that. “I’m not sore, not really.” She lied; she was sore but not enough to dissuade him from making love in the tub. She had always wanted to try it in the tub since she read a book that had a scene in it a few years back.

  “Azolah—”

  “Please Liam, I want to try it right here,” she begged.

  He growled pulling her head back gently and he kissed her. With her back to him, he spread her legs and lifted her hips in a backward straddle before he plunged upward into her. Her lips formed an O in wonder, and she moved back and forth to meet him. Minutes later, they were both sweaty and breathing heavily as they climaxed. They sat in silence, the water around them lukewarm.

  “I called for a guide dog yesterday before the wedding. They’ll have a dog for me on Monday hopefully.” He said.

  “That’s a good start I guess.” She didn’t know what else to say.

  “I thought you’ll be happy.

  “I am, if it’s what you want,” She said uneasily. She knew this was a sore subject for him and hadn’t expected the confession.

  “I have to get used to being blind; you were right about that. I can’t be in denial forever.”

  “Liam about last night—”

  “I don’t want to talk about last night, that’s the past let’s just move on and look forward to a new beginning. You were right about the dog and braille. The dog’s already requested the latter I need to learn. The water is getting cold let’s get out before you get a chill.”

  She could tell he didn’t want to talk anymore. He had closed up, and that hurt. She thought things would be different after what had just happened she was wrong. Was he regretting their lovemaking? If so, was it because he was still in love with Madeline? The thought hurt, to know that she would never be able to compete with the ghost of a dead woman.

  ***

  In the three-weeks, they have been married Liam had never once touched her since the day after their wedding. They slept in the same bed, but it might as well have been different rooms. He was the perfect father to their son, and when they were in the company of others, he was the perfect husband. However, at nights he was an iceberg. When he wasn’t locked away in his office, he was too tired to make love. He was locking her out, and she didn’t know why. She had tried on numerous occasions when he came to bed to initiate sex and had even bought another set of the lace panties she thought he liked. Nothing seems to interest him. He would roll on his side claiming tiredness. She often wondered if she repulsed him or if he regretted marrying her. She knew he would never really love her, but she had thought they were making progress in their relationship, and he, at least, liked and cared for her, as he had said.

  She shouldn’t complain, after all, she had everything she needed and more for her and her family. Maybe he thought she was already pregnant and didn’t have any more use for her. After all, she did agree to be his broodmare. She looked at the hand that was now holding hers as they listened to Dave Francis; the lawyer Liam had hired talk to the judge.

  Dave had gotten the judge to listen to them in his chambers instead of going to court. Nick had no legal grounds he had said. She hoped he was right and worth the money, he was being paid. Her life was becoming more complicated each day.

  “Don’t worry everything will be okay. Dave knows what he’s doing.” Her husband whispered and she nodded.

  “Your honour, Mr. Ballou has no legal grounds for custody, as you can see he signed away any legal rights he had to the minor child before he was born. Mrs. Bradford is the sole guardian of her son.”

  “I see, what I want to know is why we are here since you Mr. Ballou signed away your rights?” Judge McQueen said.

  “Your honour my client had a change of heart and just wants to know his son, yes he signed over his rights, but he was a foolish kid,” Nick’s lawyer argued.

  “Your honour Mr. Ballou was of over twenty-one at the time and knew what he was doing. He denied paternity and willingly signed those papers. If Mrs. Bradford had given up her son for adoption, we wouldn’t be here. Mr. Ballou is only here because he has more to gain by having a child. He’s not here because he wants to know his son as he states. He had three years to contact my client about visitation and never once tried; he’s here because having a child means inheriting a small fortune.”

  Azolah looked at Nick; surely, it couldn’t be true? Was he willing to disrupt her life and her son’s life for money? Why was she even surprised he would do something this despicable?

  “Objection!” Nick’s lawyer shouted.

  “Mr. Ballou, as I am sure you know, you have no legal rights to your son unless Mrs. Bradford decides otherwise. If what Mr. Francis says is true, I suggest you stop wasting all our time and start a family with your wife. You’re wasting the court's time as well as the Bradford’s and mine. Case dismissed.”

  “But your honour, my wife can’t have children, if she could I wouldn’t be here,” Nick yelled.

  “Well, I guess you better find some other way, Mr. Ballou because you have no legal rights to Wynter Kurtis.” The judge said and walked out.

  “You wanted my son for money?” Zola asked. Her hands form fists and the rage she felt towards her ex was brewing quickly to the surface. She wanted to punch the asshole for what he had put her and her family through this past month. She took a step forward toward him ready to attack when she felt Liam’s hand stop her. She looked at her husband's blank face and sighed, allowing the tension to drain from her body. He was right Nick wasn’t worth it.

  “If I could have gotten the money without the brat, I won’t be here would I?”

  “Then I suggest you find another way because you aren’t getting anywhere near my son ever.” She turned to Dave and shook his hand.

  “Thank you, Mr. Francis.” She looked, at her husband took his hand and walked out. They had to at least keep up appearances.

  ***

  When they arrived home, Zola went to look for her son and found he was taking his afternoon nap. She stood beside his bed looking at his peaceful face, tears running down her cheeks.

  “Zola?” her mother’s soft voice held concern.

  She plastered a smile on her face before turning around. “Hey Mum, we
won.”

  “I heard, are you okay? Liam seemed worried about you.”

  I bet he was, she thought mockingly. If he was so worried, where was he? “I’m fine Mum, just tired. I think I’ll take a nap, I feel a migraine coming on.”

  “Maybe you need to eat something; you have lost weight. I’m worried baby we all are.”

  She walked over to her mother and kneeled beside the wheelchair. “I’m fine really, just tired and worn out from this fight with Nick. I’ll be better after my nap you’ll see.” She said and walked out of her son’s room. She had nothing to do, she wasn’t the gardening type and since she was out of a job and a nanny was available for Wyn, she had a lot of spare time on her hands.

  She walked into the room she shared with Liam and took off her dress before falling into

  bed. She wasn’t lying to her mother when she said she was tired. Within minutes, she was

  fast asleep.

  ***

  “Lucille was telling me the other day that she saw Asher King and that he is married. Weren’t the two of you in school together?” his mother asked.

  Liam paused, at the name of his old friend. He hadn’t seen or talked to Ash since he transferred to England for boarding school. They were such nerds all three of them, he Ash and Connor, another friend. They had been the best of friends until Ash's grandmother took him out of school. He and Connor had remained close until he went back to the states. Everyone seemed to drift apart after that. From time to time he would run into Connor at some business function or the other, the last time was four years ago. He wondered if Ash hadn’t been sent off to boarding school if the three would still be close today.

  “Yes we went to school together until Ash was transferred to boarding school.”

  “It’s interested you guys didn’t keep in contact, I remember how close you were, the three musketeers you called yourselves.”

  He smiled at the name feeling a little nostalgic. “People change we just went our separate ways. Is there anything else you need mother?”